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Still, under the N.C.O.'s, they tried to push forward, only to meet with more losses. They were compelled to stop, and, under Serjeant Martin, the senior N.C.O. left, began to dig a line a few yards east of their starting trench. Serjeant Passmore, who was acting Serjt.-Major, Serjts. Kemp, Thorpe and Hibbert were all wounded, L/Cpl.
Lucy Passmore, do you know that fellow also?" "No, sir," said Lucy. "Lucky for you, Fray Gerundio," said Will Cary; while the good friar hid his face in his hands, and burst into tears. Lucky it was for him, indeed; for he had been a pitying spectator of the tragedy.
Passmore slipped her hand affectionately through Frances's arm, and led her across the wide hall to another cool and small apartment where covers were already placed for two. "I am very glad of some lunch, Carrie," said Frances. "I left home early this morning. I am not ashamed to say that I am both tired and hungry."
"Is he alone here?" asked Dave. "Practically. He has a son that comes to see him once in a while. Did you want to see him?" "We have seen him, and we were wondering if we hadn't better have a talk with him," explained Dave. "We'll tell you how it is," put in Roger, who knew Mr. Passmore well.
Eustace had been very rude and naughty, yet still it was not his own fault; he could not help being in love with her. Poor little Rose! Had she but had a mother! But she was to learn her lesson, such as it was, in another school. She would go and see Lucy Passmore, the white witch; Lucy knew everything; Lucy would tell her what to do; perhaps even whom to marry.
"I think Job Haskers is up to some game, Roger." "Selling worthless stocks?" "Yes, or else stocks that are next door to worthless." "I wonder who the old gentleman can be? He looks as if he might have money. That diamond ring he wears must be worth several hundred dollars." "Supposing we ask Mr. Passmore about him?" suggested Dave. "That's the idea." The youths found Mr.
Passmore, I'll leave this matter to you," answered the elderly gentleman. "You know those young men better than I do." "So I do, and I'll vouch for Roger Morr and his friends," was the answer. "Show the gentleman up," he added, to the bell-boy. "Don't tell him who is here we want to surprise him." As the bell-boy left, the three chums crowded into the bathroom, leaving the door on a crack.
Did you want to be paid for Lura's body? And he says, 'You know damn' well I didn't want to be paid for Lura's body, Pros Passmore, he says. 'But do you reckon I'm a-goin' to let them mill men strut around with money they got that-a-way in their pockets? No, I'll not. I'll see 'em cold in hell fust, he says them Dawsons is a hard nation o' folks, Johnnie.
Then Buckheath sprang down the steps, caught Passmore under the arm-pits and half led, half dragged him up to a chair, into which he thrust him with little ceremony. He stood before the limp figure, peering into the newcomer's face with eyes of greed and hands that clenched and unclenched themselves automatically. "You've found the silver mine!" he volleyed excitedly. "Whose land is it on?
"The devil take him, then!" cried Parsons, stamping up and down upon the sand in fury. "Ay, curse him you may! I dare not! He saved me sent me here!" and with a groan, he made an effort to enter the boat. "Oh, my dear young gentleman," cried Lucy Passmore, her woman's heart bursting out at the sight of pain, "you must not goo forth with a grane wound like to that.
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